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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.