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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.