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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Q65,
Niagra,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.