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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.