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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Nas,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.