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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Loose Ends 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.