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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.