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 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
DNA,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
June Days,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.