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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
AZ,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.