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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
ABBA,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.