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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.