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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.