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 China and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.