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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.