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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.