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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.