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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.