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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.