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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Television,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
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.