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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.