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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.