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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.