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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
AZ,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.