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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.