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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.