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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.