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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Flipper,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
MDC,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.