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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
The Remains,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.