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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.