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 Austria 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.