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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
This Heat,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.