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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.