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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.