Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.