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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
cv313,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Scion,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.