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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.