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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.