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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Q65,
Fear,
Skarface,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.