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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.