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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
X-102,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.