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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 DNA to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.