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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.