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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.