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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.