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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.