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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.