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 Philippines 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.