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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.