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 France and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.