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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Swans,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.