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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.