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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Monks to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
10cc,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.