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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Television,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.