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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
UT,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.