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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
UT,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.