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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Index,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
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.