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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.