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 Samoa 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.