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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.