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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Magma,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.