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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.