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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.