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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
PIL,
Qualms,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.