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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.