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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.