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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.