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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Faust,
CMW,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.