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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mojo Men to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.