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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.