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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.