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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.