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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Organ,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.