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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.