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 Argentina 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.