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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.