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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Slave,
the Normal,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Pole,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
MDC,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.