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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.