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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.