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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.