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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.