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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.