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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.