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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.