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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.