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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.