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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.