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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Fear,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.