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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.