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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.