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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
JFA,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.