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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.