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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.