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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.