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 Guinea and from New York.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Magma,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.