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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.