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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Parry Music,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.