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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.