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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Model 500,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Can,
The Names,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.