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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.