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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.