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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.