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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.