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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.