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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.