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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.