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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Brick,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.