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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.