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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.