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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.