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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.