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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Q65,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
ABC,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.