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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Gong,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.