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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.