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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
MC5,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.