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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Names,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
ABBA,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.