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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.