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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Brick 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Monks,
Hashim,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.