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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
The Busters,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.