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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.