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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Index,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.