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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.