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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.