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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.