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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Japan,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.