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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Monolake,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.