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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec 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?
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.