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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Brick,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.