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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.