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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.