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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.