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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.