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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling 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 techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.