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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Slits,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.