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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.