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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
JFA,
The Residents,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.