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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.