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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.