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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.