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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.