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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.