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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.