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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.