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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.