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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.