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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 oboe 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.