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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.