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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.