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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.