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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Index,
UT,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.