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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.