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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.