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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.