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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.