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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.