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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.