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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.