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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 the Association to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.