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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.