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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Brick,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.