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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Slave,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.