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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.