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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
The Index,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.