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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.