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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.