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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.