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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.