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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.