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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.