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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.