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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.