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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
X-102,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.