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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.