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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.