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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.