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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Neu!,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.