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 Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.