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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.