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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.