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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
JFA,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.