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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Roxette,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.