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 Azerbaijan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.