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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.