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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.