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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.