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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.