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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Franke,
PIL,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.