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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.