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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Little Man,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.