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 France and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.