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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.