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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.