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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Supertramp 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?
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.