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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.