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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.