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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.