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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Television,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
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.