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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.