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 Laos and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.