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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Franke,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.