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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.