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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.