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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.