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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.