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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.