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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.