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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.