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 Marshall Islands 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All John Holt 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 rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.