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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.