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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Television,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.