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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.