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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.