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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.