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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.