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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.