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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.