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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.