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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.