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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.