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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.