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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.