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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Television,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.