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 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Associates to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.