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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.