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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.