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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sparks 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?
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.