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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Hoover,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.