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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.