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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.