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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Index,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.