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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.