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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.