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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.