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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.