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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.