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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
Nas,
Television,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
the Swans,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.