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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.