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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.