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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.