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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Wings,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.