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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.