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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Columbus and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.