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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.