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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Slave,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.