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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Slave,
Make Up,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.