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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Josef K,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.