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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.