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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.