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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.