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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics 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 rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.