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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.