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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
DNA,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.