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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Aswad,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.