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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.