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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.