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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.