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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.