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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Swans,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.