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 Moldova 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.