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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.