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 Italy 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.