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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.