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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Swans,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.