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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Faust,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.