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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 sitar 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 JFA to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.