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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.