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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 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 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.