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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.