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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.