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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.