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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Television,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.