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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Scientists,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.