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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.