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 Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.