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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.