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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.