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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.