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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.