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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.