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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.