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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.