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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.