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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.