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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
X-102,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.