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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.