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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.