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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.