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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.