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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.