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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.