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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.