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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.