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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.