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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.