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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.