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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.