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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.