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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.