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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.