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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
The Remains,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.