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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.