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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.