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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Roxette,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.