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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Gong,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Index,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
UT,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.