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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.