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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.