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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.