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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.