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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Skarface,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.