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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.