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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.