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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Crime,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.