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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.