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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Monks,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.