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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.