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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.