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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
10cc,
Surgeon,
New Order,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.