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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.