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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.