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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.