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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
X-102,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.