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 Germany 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.