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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.