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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.