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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.