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 Kiribati 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.