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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.