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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.