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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.