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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.