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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Hoover,
a-ha,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.