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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
DNA,
The Move,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.