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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.