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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
World's Most,
DNA,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.