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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.