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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.