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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.