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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.