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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.