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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.