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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.