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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.