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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.