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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.