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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.