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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson 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 disco 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.