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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.