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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.