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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.