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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.