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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.