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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.