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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
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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.