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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.