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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.