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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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 Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.