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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.