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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.