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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.