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 Vanuatu 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.