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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.