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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.