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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Monks,
10cc,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.