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 Cameroon 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.