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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.