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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.