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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.