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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.