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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.