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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.