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 Hungary 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.