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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.