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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.