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 India and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Faust,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.