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 Costa Rica 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
MC5,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.