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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Gong,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.