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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
the Normal,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.