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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.