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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
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,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
The Move,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.