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 Georgia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
The Index,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Nas,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.