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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
ABBA,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.