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 Nepal 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.