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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.