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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.