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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.