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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Interpol,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.