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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 Monks to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.