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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Liliput,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.