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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.