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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.