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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.