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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
June Days,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.