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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.