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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.