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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.