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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.