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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.