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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.