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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.