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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.