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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.