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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.