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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
ABC,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.