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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
ABC,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.