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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.