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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.