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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.