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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Ronan,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.