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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.