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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.