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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.