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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
JFA,
the Germs,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.