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 United States 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.