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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.