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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.