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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
AZ,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.