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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.