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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.