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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.