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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.