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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Organ to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.