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 Saudi Arabia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.