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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.