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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
MC5,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.