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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Monks,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.