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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Light 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.