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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.