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 Japan and from Houston.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.