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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.