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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.