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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.