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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.