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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.