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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 The Stooges to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.