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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.