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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.