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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.