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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.