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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.