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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.