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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Slave,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.