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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.