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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.