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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.