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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Organ,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.