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 Malawi 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.