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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.