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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.