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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Index,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.