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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.