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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.