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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.