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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Scion,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.