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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.