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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers 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?
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Television,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.