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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.