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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.