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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.