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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.