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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.