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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Hashim,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.