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 Tonga 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.