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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.