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 Peru 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.