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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.