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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.