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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.