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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
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Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.