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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.