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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.