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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.