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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.