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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.