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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.