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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
X-102,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.