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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.