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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Index,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Fear,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.