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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.