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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
ABBA,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Franke,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.