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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Magma,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.