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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.