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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.