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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.