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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.