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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.