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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.