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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.