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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.