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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.