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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.