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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.