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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.