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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.