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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Cymande,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.