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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
ABC,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.