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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.