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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.