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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.