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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.