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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.