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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.