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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.