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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.