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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.