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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Can,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.