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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Symarip,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.