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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.