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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.