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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.