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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.