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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.