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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.