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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.